Jimmie Siddall
LCPL - E3 - Marine Corps -
Regular
Length of service 2 years
Casualty was on May 25, 1967
In QUANG TRI , SOUTH VIETNAM
HOSTILE, GROUND CASUALTY
ARTILLERY, ROCKET, or MORTAR
Body was recovered
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DANIEL ARTHUR PATTERSON
Marine Corps -
LCPL - E3
Age: 22
Race: Caucasian
Sex: Male
Date of Birth Sep 2, 1944
From: EUREKA, CA
Religion: PROTESTANT
Marital Status: Married
ROBERT KENNETH
CADEAU
CPL - E4 - Marine Corps - Regular
Length of service 3 years
Casualty was on May 25, 1967
In QUANG TRI, SOUTH VIETNAM
HOSTILE, GROUND CASUALTY
ARTILLERY, ROCKET, or MORTAR
Body was recovered
DONNEY
LYRCE JACKSON
1. HM3 - E4 - Navy - Regular
Length of service 1 years
His tour began on Aug 15, 1967
Casualty was on Jan 8, 1968
In THUA THIEN , SOUTH VIETNAM
Non-Hostile, died missing, HELICOPTER - NONCREW
AIR LOSS, CRASH ON LAND
Body was recovered
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Courage With a Dirty Face
by R. F. "Mac" McGee, Sr.
Yesterday he was full of laughter,
Heckling, kidding all along the way;
Full of fears and doubts and sickness,
But that's all lost, ended here today.
Look at the young face bearded over,
Caked with jungle rot and coral dirt;
Laughing eyes closed, and joking over,
No more fight, no more sickness, no more hurt.
Odd, he looks as if he is only sleeping,
Like a child gone to bed with a dirty face;
No one here to see to his cleanliness,
Yet he died for the whole human race.
See how gently he is lifted to the litter,
How quietly he is carried from the hill;
Gone now the real things that mattered,
But his laughter is with us still.
His was an odd kind of courage,
Because he covered his fears with a smile;
Laughed and joked while others sat trembling,
Yet, he too, was scared all the while.
Yes, he had a name like all the others,
Pick one out of our time, from any place;
But the one set apart and remembered,
"Courage", asleep with a dirty face.
The River of Life
Life is a large river, very deep and brown from the
turbulence involved in living and seldom understood because of the lack of clarity.
We are like the large trees that line the banks of the river. We are set in our ways and
stand there for our short existence as the river passes. As the river rolls along, our friends
and loves are like the leaves on the water. They float through the shade that we create just out of reach.
We see them. We get to know them through their outer appearance but because we are rooted we cannot
really reach out and touch them. They pass gently before us and for that very brief moment
we try to love, honor, understand, and adore them. The river moves them on though without
any hope of ever stopping. Our loves, who are caught in the river of life, are moved away from us.
Some are caught in gentle swirls of eddies that the current creates and are brought back before
our eyes for one brief last look. If we are lucky, we can enjoy a little more time with them.
Then they are then carried away forever into eternity, never to be seen again but their memory
will forever remain in the branches of our minds.